If I were a rich girl... nananananananananananananana...

NOT THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS STORY I SWEAR.

I saw a nice house on the way to a Lounge concert. Then I thought about my ghetto school. Then I thought of some spoiled rich kid at my ghetto school.

Then this came out.

O_o

Well, my all time goal is to re-populate the DeiHina fanfiction department ._. So that's why these stories are popping out fast. :D

Enjoy!

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Hinata Hyuga did not wake up on her Queen-sized bed in her large room colored yellow and white. She did not wake up under the protection of her thick comforter and fluffy pillows that made her fall asleep instantly. She did not wake up to the smell of freshly brewed tea and a greeting from her maid. So, therefore, she did not wake up happy.

Instead, Hinata Hyuga, heiress of her family's fortune, newly fatherless, (as in her father died not too long ago), woke up in a much smaller sized bed, in a room that most certainly was not yellow nor white. She woke up under the protection of a thin blanket that had one hole in the middle, and her pillow might as well be a rock. That did not make her fall asleep instantly. She woke up, instead, to the musky smell of her new house and the unholy sound of children of a lower class playing in the street. So, therefore, she should scream.

And scream she did.

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Deidara did not wake up on a King-sized bed in a large room colored light blue and white. He did not wake up under the protection of an unneeded thick comforter and unnecessarily fluffy pillows that made him fall asleep instantly. He did not wake up to the smell of freshly brewed tea and a greeting from his butler.

But that's okay. He never had any of those things in the first place.

So, instead, Deidara, student of the local high school, only son of a single mother, and heir to the Konoha Art Emporium's business chain, woke up on a bed his size, in a room that was comfortable enough for him - still colored a light blue and white. He woke up under the protection of a thin blanket that was appropriate, because it was summer, and his pillow was fluffy to his content. He didn't fall asleep too quickly on that pillow, but that was fine. He woke up to the smell of pancakes and coffee, and a -

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"

- scream?

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"Hinata, dear, what's wrong?" Mrs. Hyuga walked up to her daughter's room, a concerned look on her face.

"Mother! Where am I? This isn't the mansion! Where's Annette? Charles? Aaah!!" Hinata looked around her room in horror. "Please, please tell me I'm having a nightmare!" she turned to her mother, who rolled her eyes.

"Hinata, we've been here for almost three days now. You have to get used to the fact that we're not in our mansion anymore." Mrs. Hyuga sat beside Hinata on the bed and cradled her. "Ever since your Father died, things have been rough. We can't afford some things. You have to accept that." Hinata wailed in a dramatic manner. "I miss home! Why, oh, why, did you have to pick such a... a... a thing to live in!?" She was referring to the house, which, in retrospect, wasn't all that bad, compared to what she could have gotten. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry you don't like it, but this is home now. We live here now and - you're even going to High School tomorrow! How exciting!" Hinata stared at her mother in horror. "I'm going to a different school? I'm never going to see Sakura, Ino, and TenTen ever again!?" she wailed again and buried herself in her thin covers.

"Oh, Mother, I do hate it here!" Mrs. Hyuga rolled her eyes again and stood up. "Get cleaned up soon. I'm cooking breakfast." Hinata almost shrieked. "You're cooking!!"

After a couple more minutes, Hinata started feeling hungry and headed downstairs. After, of course, showering three times, brushing her teeth twice as many, and changing into the most casual clothes she could find - a fine dress that reached just past her knees and hugged her curves perfectly. A dress that fit any other fine mansion except for theirs - which wasn't even a mansion at all.

Mrs. Hyuga, already used to the idea of living the 'poor life', was wearing jeans and a shirt, a much more casual outfit than Hinata's. "My goodness, Hinata. So dramatic, so dramatic." She waved her hand in the air with a flourish, serving Hinata an omelet that was not on fine china plates. Hinata poked the omelet with disgust. "What is it?" She asked, gently pushing the plate away. "If you can find a fancy name for Ham Omelet, that's what it is." Mrs. Hyuga said, setting herself a plate and sitting down.

"So we're buying you some clothes for High School. I want you to look like a normal teenager, alright?" Mrs. Hyuga smiled brilliantly, while Hinata frowned... brilliantly. "What's wrong with the clothes in my closet?" she asked, pouting and reluctantly tasting the Ham Omelet. Oddly, to her, it tasted good. "Well, for one thing, they can't afford half of the things in your closet. And plus, I bet you'd look good in anything. You'll be fine."

After breakfast, and after an attempt to get Hinata to wear something a little less... noticeable, (which failed, mind you) Hinata and her Mother headed out to the mall.

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Deidara yawned and stretched, walking downstairs to greet his mother good morning. As his nose predicted, Pancakes and coffee were on the table, and his mother was already eating.

"What's the hurry, mom? You don't open shop until 9." He sat across from her and slowly prepared a pancake to eat (You know, butter and syrup and pouring your favorite juice or drink with a side of fruit). "Did you know that there's such a thing as a store inspector?" His mother asked, annoyed. "No." Deidara laughed a little at his mother's expression. "Well, apparently they exist, and one of them is coming to the Art Emporium today. I have to clean everything up and... and everything!" She abruptly stood up, spilling a little of her OJ. "Aw, crud! I'm supposed to meet the staff... ten minutes ago!" She scrambled about the house, not realizing that she was wearing jeans and a shirt - or, in other words, something inappropriate to wear when your store is being inspected.

Right when she had everything on, however, she noticed her jeans and shirt. Cursing under her breath, she did a quick-change into something nicer and got ready again.

"Deidara, here's a hundred bucks." She threw a crumpled bill at her son, who caught it before it landed in his sea of syrup and pancakes. "Is it Christmas?" Deidara joked. "Hah! You wish, honey. Buy yourself some clothes for school tomorrow - and please, none of that Gothic crap your friends try to make you buy." She looked him in the eye on that comment. Deidara grinned and nodded. "Wouldn't dream of it, Mom." he waved to her as she ran out the door.

"And keep the receipt!"

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Deidara slipped on a shirt and jeans, the outfit he was sure everyone on the block was going to wear today, and walked out the door of his house.

He expected that it would be a regular, normal, sunny and hot day, since that's what had been happening for the past 15 years of his life. However, he saw something flash in his eye, and he turned to see it.

What he saw was irregular and not normal, but somehow still sunny. And hot.

His next door neighbor was wearing a magnificent dress that sparkled in the sun. Her long blue-ish hair flowed with the light summer breeze, and her small parasol made her look... was it cute? Well, whatever the word was, she put the hot in his hot and sunny day.

She unexpectedly caught him staring. Deidara quickly turned away, only to look back again awkwardly. She was talking to her mother now, a concerned look on her face.

"Mother," She started. "Why is that person so close to the house?" Her mother, who was wearing clothes less magnificent, laughed. "He's our neighbor, Hinata. He's supposed to be close to our house." The girl - Hinata - looked like she had never heard of the word 'neighbor'. Her mother turned to Deidara and smiled, waving politely. Hinata hesitantly did the same, her parasol still perfectly in place. Deidara managed a small smile as well and waved.

Deidara let the 'Hyugas', as their name plate read, leave first, then followed soon after. It took him a minute to realize that they were going to the same place - and probably for the same reason. But why would they be going to... Target? As he observed, Hinata had a little more money than her house and whereabouts let on. They could at least go to the more... expensive stores; Macy's, JCPenny... But Target? Deidara wasn't one to judge - he was going there himself. Shrugging, he continued walking, and set up is iPod so he could have a little music, too.

Hinata leaned to her mother, uneasy. "He's following us, Mother." She whispered, glancing through one of the gaps in her lace parasol at Deidara, who was looking out at the road. He even waved to a car that was passing by. "Oh, Nonsense, Hinata. He's probably going to some place in the same direction." Mrs. Hyuga placed a hand on her daughter's and smiled cheerfully. "Maybe he goes to your High School - he could be your best friend!" She began humming a happy tune while Hinata risked a full glance at the boy behind them. Then, the scariest thing happened.

Their eyes met.

Neither of them could look away. Deidara smiled at her, and she turned around swiftly.

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"Oh, Hinata, I think this will look cute on you!"

Hinata was not cut out for this work. She had to carry her clothes. She had to. She never did this before. Her mother kept throwing shirts, pants, skirts, and shorts into her already full arms. She had one shirt and a pair of pants. What a handful! Surely her mother didn't expect her to...

"Hinata, honey, what do you think of Deidara?" Mrs. Hyuga turned to her daughter and smiled a little, finding Deidara in the guy's section, looking at a black polo shirt. Hinata didn't take the hint to follow her mother's gaze. "I think he's weird. Did you see how he looked at me? He smiled at me, Mother, smiled at me. Who gave him permission?" Hinata humphed, sticking her nose in the air. "It's rude! Absolutely rude." Mrs. Hyuga rolled her eyes. "I don't know... I think you two would make great friends." She laughed at her daughter's expression after that - jaw dropped and eyes wide. "Please tell me that you're joking." Mrs. Hyuga laughed again and resumed picking clothes out.

Little did they know, Deidara could hear them. He had a small smile on his face, holding back laughter. Rich people are so weird. He grabbed a few shirts, three pairs of pants, and walked to the register without bothering to try them on - he believed he knew what size he was and everything. He glanced back at Hinata, who, surprisingly was staring back at him. He blinked, and she was turned back at her mother.

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Deidara walked back to his house, only to find that his front door had been jammed open. Instead of freaking out and calling the cops, he sighed and rolled his eyes. Not again. He walked in and closed the door, finding that it was un-closeable because of the jammed lock. "Guys, seriously? This is a new door." He turned into the living room, his friends scattered about and watching TV. A silver-haired teen sitting on the couch saw him and grinned. "Dei-Dei's home!" he shouted, and everyone in the room looked at Deidara, who put his shopping bags down and picked up his phone to call his mom.

"Hey, hey, you ain't callin' the cops on us, are ya?" The silver-haired boy asked, throwing the remote at someone and walking towards Deidara. "No, calling Mom. You know she hates it when you break into our house like this. We can make you an extra key, you know." Deidara waited for his mother to pick up. When she did, he said, "They broke in again."

"Aw shit. Really? Dammit. Do we need a new lock?"

"Uh-huh."

"Crap. Okay. I'll come home with that and... maybe an extra key to hide under the mat or something."

"Okay, Mom. Love you, too. Bye."

Deidara hung up and glared at the people in the living room. His best friend wasn't there. Yet.

"We're not rich, you know. Who broke in this time?" Deidara walked over to the TV and turned it off. "Well?" Everyone looked at him.

"Hidan did it! I helped!" The kid in the orange mask seemed to grin. "No, Tobi, that's a bad thing." Deidara sighed. "Well we had no where else to go. Can't you let your ol' buds stay here for a nice TV session?" A teenager sitting on the armrest of the couch - with more piercings than you can count - asked, shrugging. Before Deidara could respond, there was a knocking on the door - and then a crash.

"Uh... Deidara, your door kinda broke. As I knocked."

It was Sasori, Deidara's aforementioned best friend. He had red hair, and the gothic look that Deidara's mother didn't want him buying at Target. (Not that you can really get this type of gothic stuff at Target). Today's outfit consisted of fishnet arm warmers (that didn't keep you very warm), technicolor bracelets on his left arm, a black bandanna around his neck, a tight black band shirt, studded belts (wrapping around his lower torso, pants, and thighs) and his hair, as always, un-combed and shaggy. "Did we break in again?" he asked, stepping in through the doorway.

"We have to lock the doors in every room again. And keep all our valuables in our rooms." Deidara sighed and let Sasori hop up to Deidara's bedroom, where an extra bed was set up just for him. Sasori wasn't the kind of kid every parent could want. He was rebellious and unruly, but polite and thoughtful at the same time. He knew a lot of things, which made him quite the smartass. Which also landed him in a lot of trouble. So, when he had no place to go, or just felt like being alone, he was allowed in Deidara's house and room. Which made them best friends.

Deidara walked upstairs and joined Sasori, leaving his other friends to finish watching the game.

"So, have you met your new neighbors yet?" Sasori asked. Deidara laughed a little. "Sorta. I don't think she likes me, and we haven't even talked yet." Chuckling, Sasori laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "So it's a girl?" he sounded presumtuous, and Deidara didn't want him getting ideas. "Sasori, she's not interested, and she never will be." She seemed a bit stuck-up for his tastes anyway. "Hm." Sasori looked out the window, then smirked a little. "You've got a great view, Deidara." he nodded towards the window. Deidara had to lean a little, but when he saw it, he quickly sat back on his bed, a dark red flushing his cheeks.

Just outside his window, Hinata Hyuga was changing.

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Ohohoho.

Too soon in starting another story? XD